The Vision of Justice, and Other PoemsWard, 1879 - 117 páginas |
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... look , with limbs as cold as stone , I saw great Heaven ! -that I was not alone . Before me there in shadowy outline stood A spectral form that froze my very blood : The moon just then , emerging from her veil , Shed o'er the figure her ...
... look , with limbs as cold as stone , I saw great Heaven ! -that I was not alone . Before me there in shadowy outline stood A spectral form that froze my very blood : The moon just then , emerging from her veil , Shed o'er the figure her ...
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... look of wan despair ; The cap of Death o'er Minos ' brow was set , And more than one all - pitying eye was wet ; On one white face was strained the gaze of all , One voice august broke silence in that hall ; That pale cheek grew e'en ...
... look of wan despair ; The cap of Death o'er Minos ' brow was set , And more than one all - pitying eye was wet ; On one white face was strained the gaze of all , One voice august broke silence in that hall ; That pale cheek grew e'en ...
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... look , No accents from my lips you hear . IV . Sleep on ; sleep on ; I'll venture now To taste the fragrance of thy breath . But , oh ! how icy chill thy brow- Alas ! it is the sleep of Death . The Fairy Casket . I. I HAVE a fairy ...
... look , No accents from my lips you hear . IV . Sleep on ; sleep on ; I'll venture now To taste the fragrance of thy breath . But , oh ! how icy chill thy brow- Alas ! it is the sleep of Death . The Fairy Casket . I. I HAVE a fairy ...
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... looks upon the sea , Which glad his bounding vessel bore ; Hark ! how the waves moan mournfully , And gently kiss the sloping shore . VIII . Tho ' far , far from his native land , The hero's honoured dust may lie He hath the fame his ...
... looks upon the sea , Which glad his bounding vessel bore ; Hark ! how the waves moan mournfully , And gently kiss the sloping shore . VIII . Tho ' far , far from his native land , The hero's honoured dust may lie He hath the fame his ...
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... to cheer , For lone is life when woman is not near ; The flames are fed , what bounds their ravage mark ? " The blackened ribs of what was once - a bark ; The band take one last look , then leave the Pitcairn's Island . 53.
... to cheer , For lone is life when woman is not near ; The flames are fed , what bounds their ravage mark ? " The blackened ribs of what was once - a bark ; The band take one last look , then leave the Pitcairn's Island . 53.
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awful BEETON'S Bendemeer beneath bloom bower breast breathed bright brow calm charms Coloured Plates COOKERY countenance divine dance dark dear death Devonian dream e'en e'er Emma ev'ry eyes faded fair fame fear flowers GARDENING gaze gently Gerusalemme Liberata gleam glorious glow Goddess grace grief hear Heaven hope hour HYDE PARKER IDEM LATINE REDDITUM isle joys Justice King Kiss of Death Knave of Hearts light limaces Lurley Mabel maid Malaprop manicas mermaids merry mocking moonstone mortal mournful Moxon's ne'er neath nigh night o'er oaken once Perchance Poets pride quadrille Queen of Scots rest Rio verde rose Sartore seemed shine shone shore sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song sparkling spirit stanza strange stream strive sweet tears thee thine thou hast thought thro tomb Town Rat Twas Undine vanished voice wave ween Where'er wild wing words
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Página 86 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 96 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Página 86 - And a dew was distill'd from their flowers that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, , An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer...
Página 90 - If the man who turnips cries, Cry not when his father dies, 'Tis a proof that he had rather Have a turnip than his father.
Página 86 - twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER?
Página 88 - A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, And murmuring then subsides to rest. Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises on Time's eventful sea ; And, having swell'da moment there, Thus melts into eternity ! AN INVITATION TO SUPPER TO MRS.